Addiction

You were an artist,
or at least thats what your mouth said.
And my heart was unsure
if it should play,
or it should play dead.

But I was just a child
and death was just a tale.
So play I would,
and play I did,
and play I did so well.

You said I was your muse,
and oh how you amused me.
Your love had me bemused
and so I let you use,
and let you use me.

You told me you would break me
on account I wasn't broken.
And never were such words as true
as those words you had spoken...

And so you'd colored my walls black.
Though you colored my heart bluer
as my lips they too grew blue,
and my breaths grew few,
and fewer.

Yes, you were an artist.
Or at least thats what your mouth said.
And my heart it had to play,
until it didn't have to play dead.